Gabriel
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Name: Gabriel, surname unknown Epithet: The Runaway Apparent age: Mid-20s Gender: Sex unknown, Indeterminate gender Species: Fae-touched, Risen Sheep Occupation: Perpetual subordinate Favorite Color: Rich reds and purples Favorite Food: They'd rather not say :( Likes: People who are much more powerful than they are, Beautiful things that can't be destroyed Dislikes: Precarious situations Best Traits: Careful, steady hands Worst Traits: Obsessive, Neurotic, Woefully unaccostumed to a low-income lifestyle |
Appearance
Gabriel is someone who is much more attractive in-theory than in-person. They have many beautiful features; close-shorn champagne fur with a soft, almost velvety quality, long, sleek, undamaged hair, big brown eyes, and a lithe figure with a fleshy, androgynous softness. But they have an air of panic and insecurity, they're always fretting and hand-wringing. Flop sweat is a daily problem for them, and it's all the worse when they're under scrutiny.
They have a soft, but often strained voice. Their accent is usually so mild as to be unplaceable, but at times, a keen ear might detect that their mother tongue is French. If spoken to in French, and if they feel inclined to respond in kind, their voice takes on a more easygoing, almost musical rhythm. This only makes it more jarring when their anxiety sets in, making them sputter and choke on their words.
Blood and Bile
Best not ask where they grew up, they couldn't tell you the specifics. They don't remember their family name. They don't remember their family's faces, or how long it's been since they last saw them, or the circumstances directly preceding their mystical rebirth. They don't even remember if they used to be a boy or a girl. The person they were is gone, the person they are was born in paradise.
Theirs was a privileged position in a certain Fae court, the favored and most highly esteemed servant of an old and powerful dragon. In those days, Gabriel obeyed its every whim; they filled its lair with magnificent sculptures and the gentle sound of harp strings, they attended to its guests and prisoners in perfect accordance to its wishes, and to all who visited its domain, they proclaimed their love for their Fair liege-lord.
Lost Sheep
Gabriel does not live in the Fae realm anymore. They live in a cramped apartment that costs too much, and work for a verbally abusive boss who doesn't pay them enough. Their clothes are cheap and scratchy, their landlord constantly "forgets" to fix their heater, and at night they can hear mice in the walls that their cat didn't catch.
They're an insignificant person in a large and uncaring city. Vampirism aside, their life has become altogether ordinary.
Said vampirism is probably the hardest part of living on their own and meeting their own needs. It's next to impossible to feed on fresh, warm, filling Lifeblood, and even harder to live with themself after. Mostly they resort to the store bought meat and organs of non-human animals, which are harder to digest. With that indigestion comes troubled sleep, even nightmares – and, of course, the cost adds up as the nights go by.
Solitude suits them, so they like to think. It relieves some of their paranoia, and their fears of the things they might do if they weren't so constantly, rigidly ashamed. Deep down though, they'd some company. They just can't admit it, or the ache becomes too much to bear.
Connections
Whisper — *Wince*